Biking

            That day I passed through several towns, but preferred to spend most of my time on the tree-lined roads that stretched through wheat fields. I would get off my bike every hour or so to walk around in the fields, trying to stir up mice or grasshoppers. I was far in the European countryside, and only rarely did little old cars zoom past. The sky was a patchwork of clouds, and I was perfectly content to abandon all thoughts of my writings. When darkness finally fell, I found a strip of trees under which I could pitch my tiny tent.